Each evening I potter home from Ladbroke Grove, usually with my head in a book. Tonight it was the French edition of Neil Gaiman's Stardust. I didn't quite have the energy for French so picked up a London Lite free paper outside the Tube.
Getting off to change lines at Hammersmith, I passed a knot of free paper distributors. The fact that I already had a paper under my arm warded them off like a talisman. Except...
The London Lite guys gave me a cheery smile. Those brandishing The London Paper stared at me really intently. I... think they were remembering my face.
Paranoid? Probably. But I'm going to shave tomorrow, and maybe wear a hat.
You can't be too careful.
Getting off to change lines at Hammersmith, I passed a knot of free paper distributors. The fact that I already had a paper under my arm warded them off like a talisman. Except...
The London Lite guys gave me a cheery smile. Those brandishing The London Paper stared at me really intently. I... think they were remembering my face.
Paranoid? Probably. But I'm going to shave tomorrow, and maybe wear a hat.
You can't be too careful.
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it means i lot to me
yeh i agree perves are fine but nast ones shud go to hell hehe >.<
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